User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3474228-20111122221341/@comment-25220117-20111127213122

''The wildcat slams to the deck, blood oozing from his lips. He blinks weakly, before going still'' "Hellg-..." He suddenly bolts with a final dieing heave, thrusting the cutlass into the otter

''The vermin blocking the exit fall to the deck, the ones not slain by Sterling's arrows staggering up and turning tail, heading for the railing. One of the weasel's crawls into the Crow's nest, drawing a bow''